Poems by Bharath T

Woods

a poem by Bharath T

Woods are so far and rare
so many plants and animals it bares
Animals are so quiet and sweet
Watching them gives your eyes a treat.

Woods blow wind so clean and cool
it gives sweet water from the pools
For time and again as days pass by
I think of them with a deep sigh.

The trees whisper in my ears
making me laugh till I get tears
Wind blows dust into my eyes to play
leaving behind nothing to say.

The spring smiles with a surprise
thinking where I had been from sunrise
I said that I had gone to toil
in the hard and dusty soil.

Woods are so rare and lost
All due to man’s actions of present and past.